voicetesting

[soccermom]

[ There is a slight tightening of her lips. Her head tilts slightly to the left before a tiny, exasperated breath is let out before she reaches up and touches the side of her neck. ]

Just so you know, I don't see this ending well.

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[denokandafaran]

Sure, but what does with experimentation?

[soccermom]

Don't talk to me about experimentation.

[ It makes for freaks. ]

[denokandafaran]

At least you don't remember. I assume.

[ Oh, Kit would disagree with that. A lot. ]

[soccermom]

I assume everything was done in a little petri dish.

[denokandafaran]

Could be. But you don't want to talk about it.

Your 'mun' has plans for you, I assume?

[soccermom]

No, I don't.

[ Alison shakes her head. ]

No, she doesn't.

[ Another exasperated breath. ]

She's worse than a monitor. One watches and she plots.

[denokandafaran]

It could be worse, I guess. She could send you to one of those amnesia worlds.

[soccermom]

That might be preferable.

[denokandafaran]

Not for me. I'd rather remember the shit than forget everything good I've got.

[soccermom]

Why?

[denokandafaran]

Pushing through the bad, through the awful and believe me there was awful, got me to the good. The best.

[soccermom]

At least you're real.

[denokandafaran]

If you have a pulse, if you breathe? You're real.

[soccermom]

Even if you're a copy?

[denokandafaran]

You're not exactly the same. Are you?

[soccermom]

That's what a clone is. A genetic experiment.

[denokandafaran]

There isn't anything wrong with being that.

[soccermom]

Yes, there is. We're experiments. We're being watched and examined.

[denokandafaran]

I mean to say, there's nothing wrong with you being an experiment. There's plenty wrong with being experimented on.

[a_time_slip]

Did you get a fringe, Sarah? It's different, but not bad.

[soccermom]

[ Sarah? She can do this. She's an actress. She got rave reviews. Alison slouches a bit. ]

Oi, yeah. Trying somethin' new, you know?

[rebelliouspunk]

Shit.

[Sarah does not think this is funny.]

If this turns out to be a gatherin' of the clones, I'm outta here.

[soccermom]

[ For the record, neither does Alison. ]

Sarah.

[ Said in that way of her's that, while cordial, verges on the cusp of being rude. ]

Don't use that word.

[rebelliouspunk]

[Seriously? Alison's going to get on her case about cussing?]

'Cause that's our big issue righ' now.

[soccermom]

[ Actually, it's the other c-word. Clone. ]

Right.

[ She tugs the hem of her plaid shirt down and then smooths it out. There's a slight huff. ]

We do have bigger problems.

[rebelliouspunk]

[Oh right. So much has happened that Sarah forgot that the word made Alison more uppity than usual.]

Your mun got any plans for you?

[soccermom]

No.

[ Hands on her hips. Allison huffs. ]

She's worse than a monitor. I know what a monitor does. I don't know what she'll do.